Wordless Wednesday: Hat Creativity
Stop Stealing My Blog Posts
Stop Stealing My Blog Posts! That’s right I’m talking to you. You know who you are. You have plagiarized 58 of my blog posts, and if you think that you’re going to get away with it you’ve come to the wrong blog. I welcome all of my readers/subscribers, but you’re not welcome here. So just go away, so that I don’t have to kick your ass again.
For those who aren’t up on what’s going on, I found my blog posts on Mother Love Baby when I was Googling a post. The site is registered under:
Deyan Radnev
Vasil Levski 22, vh. V
Lyaskovec, Veliko Turnovo 5140
Bulgaria
Lets see if they steal this one. Mother Love Baby stole my posts and used my blog content on a forum relating to mothering, babies and love. They even stole a blog post with a picture of my grandson in it. How low can you go? Are they a mother? I don’t know, but if this person or the person associated with stealing my blog posts is a mother she is not setting a good example for her forum members. Also, how do you set morals, values and standards for your children when you’re stealing from another person and turning their hard work into your own? I would venture to say they’re stealing in their community too.
If you can’t come up with your own blog content, how can you lead a forum/community? What a joke. To say that I’m pissed about my posts being stolen is an understatement. Blog plagiarizing is a violation. Being the bitch that I am when violated, I took action and reported the Blog Scraper to their host. Oh yes I did. They investigated Mother Love Baby and shut the site down. Rightfully so I may add.
To The Blog Scraper – If you admired my posts and wanted to use my content, you should have taken the proper steps and contacted me. You obviously aren’t familiar with blog etiquette, but that’s how we roll in the blogosphere. With permission and a link back to my site I may have allowed you to use a few posts. Since you’re just a low life, you just lifted and walked away with 58 and counting posts.
Since you had no respect for me, I have none for you. You chose to steal my blog content, and I chose to make you disappear. Be Gone! If you steal my posts again, I’m make you disappear again. I’m watching you, and I’m sure many other bloggers are watching you now as well.
What do you think about my posts being stolen? Have you been violated in this manner? What steps did you take? Leave us a comment.
A Mother Loves No Matter What
I’m sure each of you have been following Tiger Woods story. I watched his apology last night, and my reaction was dang another man apologizing for their cheating ass ways. I’ve lost count of the number of men that I’ve watched on TV apologizing for straying. Seriously people, what’s up ?
Several things crossed my mind while watching his apology. First, I was so glad his wife was not standing beside him. Secondly, I noticed his mother sitting front and center. My first reaction was she’s an attractive and classy woman. Most importantly, she’s a mother standing by her son. I applaud her for demonstrating her love no matter how bad her son behaved. That’s what we do as mothers isn’t it? No matter what our role never changes.
As far as Tiger, I’m sure he regrets his actions more than he could express through words yesterday. Watching him reminded me of one of my favorite shows, Cheaters. You’re always sorry when you get caught. In my opinion, that’s what money and power can do to you if you’re not grounded. Hopefully, he will put his life into perspective and get his priorities straight.
For the women who lowered themselves into being his mistress you think you deserve an apology. For what may I ask? You knew you were sleeping with another woman’s husband, why in the hell should anyone apologize to you. Tramps! Yes, I called you a tramp and I have few other adjectives for you. What did you really get out of this? The title slut, mistress, hole, and a few moments of fame while you discussed your affair? If you truly understood the meaning of marriage and family, you wouldn’ have allowed yourself to sleep with him. You must be proud of yourself. My advice is to set some standards and get your own man. Learn how to keep your legs closed to another woman’s husband and you won’t find yourself in an unwanted spotlight.
To his wife Elin I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes, but you’re holding the trump card girlfriend and you get the last laugh. I would suggest that you take Ivanka Trump’s advice, hell don’t get mad get even.
Note: Photo courtesy of Daily Mail.
Is This The Easter Bunny?
Ralph’s Mother AmyRalph’s favorite foods are biscuits, apples, carrots, cabbage, sweet corn, toast, and large bowls of rabbit food. Looks like Ralph has been dining on some mashed potatoes, gravy and buttered biscuits to me, lol. His breakfast usually consists of a head of lettuce, 2 apples and a large bowl of rabbit food. He munches on carrots and apples for lunch.
Have A Heart – Give The Goods To Charity
are struggling, retail giants like Wal Mart and H & M trash their unsold merchandise. Yes, you read the sentence correctly they literally trash their merchandise. They put holes in the items, cut off the sleeves etc., place them in large trash bags and into the dumpster they go. They don’t want the items to be used. When I read this shocking story, I was in disbelief. I thought retail giants placed their items on Clearance and just marked them down until they sold.
That shows how little I know. A graduate student by the name of Cynthia Magnus found trashed merchandise outside the back entrance of H&M in New York City. She also found Wal-Mart items a few doors down that had been dumped. She exposed both companies for being so heartless when so many people are suffering. They have both agreed to stop trashing their goods and donate it to charity. Bravo, but it’s so sad that it took someone with a heart to slap these corporate giant’s hands and take their scissors before they agreed to allow those in need to benefit from what they perceived to be trash.
I guess when you make million dollar salaries, you don’t think much about the struggling families across town or around the corner. I guess when you see CNN or your local TV station discussing the economy, it just goes in one ear and out the other. Especially when you’re safe and warm in your mansion with a hefty bank account others aren’t important.
I’m glad to hear that Wal Mart and H & M will now donate their unsold goods to charity. I believe they need to change their hiring process as well. They should require all of their employees to have a heart and to possess compassion for their fellow human beings.
Career Women Make Bad Mothers
What’s your thoughts now that you’ve read this advertisement? I was offended since I am and have been a career women and mother for the pass 32 years. I take pride in my role as a mother, and I also take pride in my career. I’ve worked hard being the best that I can be at both. It’s pretty sad that in 2010 women have to endure this.
A company called Outdoor Advertising Association (OAA) used this slogan in England as a part of their campaign to promote outdoor advertising. I’m baffled as to how this slogan received approval and thousands of dollars were set aside to plaster it on the side of buses, buildings and billboards. How could you not think that it would be offensive to working women. Well, it looks like OAA just sent thousands of dollars and their bullshit slogan down the toilet. They are being forced to pull the advertisement, and in my opinion rightfully so. The intent was to spark a debate, and encourage people to voice their opinion on a website. Instead they entered into a war with working mothers.
Not all women have a choice in being a Stay At Home Mom. Our economy has forced many women into the work force. They feel bad enough, they don’t need to see buses and billboards that make them feel worst. On the other hand, many women have made a conscious decision to enter the work force. They enjoy having their own pay checks and contributing to the household. Does this make them a bad mother? I don’t think so. I choose to have a career. I have a beautiful daughter who grew up understanding that women have choices today. I taught her to always stay true to who she is and to do what is best for her. Many women have made the mistake of losing themselves in their relationships or putting everything and everybody before them and in the end they don’t know who they are.
My daughter watched me progress in my career. I traveled, continued my education and still managed to keep my house in check. I also checked her homework, transported her back and forth to ballet lessons, and any other school activity she was involved in. She received 3 meals a day and quality time with me. As a matter of fact, we still have mother/daughter day. She choose to end her career and stay at home with her son. Did you notice the word “choose”. He turned 2 recently, so she is now working outside the home part time and working on her Masters Degree.
I resent anyone calling me a bad mother because I choose to have a career. Do you see my middle finger OAA? Yep, it’s for you. If that’s not enough, I have a big ass that you can kiss. How do you like me now. My career afforded my daughter many opportunities that she would not have had otherwise. My career put her through an out of state college. It also provided trips to Italy, Germany, Austria and Switzerland. She still talks about these trips to this day. She made life time friends as a result of these experiences. My career contributed to a better life for her as a whole.
Are you a working mother? If you are or aren’t, we would love to hear your opinion on this advertisement. Thank you for the opportunity to vent.
Little Miss Perfect
One of the shows that I watched featured a mother who was upset because she had to explain to her daughter why the judges didn’t think she was pretty enough to win. Here’s the story. The little girl’s name is Shelby. Shelby’s parents live in Florida where they bred and raise reptiles. They didn’t appear to have much money or they are extremely budget conscious, which was surprising because everybody knows that pageants are an expensive business.
The Blizzard of 2009
Last week-end The Weather Channel forecast a blizzard and posted a winter storm warning for my area. Now if that isn’t a sign that winter has officially arrived, I don’t know what is. I decided to spend the day at the office and later head out to the grocery store. Never go to the grocery store when they’re calling for a blizzard unless you’re prepared to take a few elbows or become engaged in a fight over a shopping cart, parking space or the last gallon of milk or pack of Charmin. That’s just how it goes. I have concluded that I love drama. Why else would I have waited until the eve of the blizzard to enter into the danger zone. I must admit that it was uneventful, I was able to throw the few items that I needed into the cart and slipped out of the parking lot unnoticed by the idiots arguing a few vehicles down. Rather than head home, I decided to fill the car up and head to Michael’s. I would occupy my time during the blizzard blog hopping and knitting after preparing a crock pot of potatoes and pork chops. I had made homemade vegetable soup earlier and placed a few containers in the freezer. I pulled a container of soup to defrost. There’s nothing better than homemade soup on a cold, snowy day.
Their forecast was correct, snow fall started at approximately 10:00 pm. The local weather station called for approximately 2.5 feet of the white stuff. Part of me dreaded the event, but another part of me was excited. Our last blizzard was in 2003. We had approximately 3 feet dumped on us at that time. I made sure the shovel and rock salt was on the front porch and said let the show begin. I took the picture shown above at mid-night. My reindeer and bushes are now covered.
The storm ended after dumping 2 feet of snow. It was a beautiful sight. This is a picture of my storage buildings and a barn that sits behind them the next day. I wish my grandson was here to enjoy making snow angels and building Frosty. I’m hoping we will have a little left when he arrives December 28 for a week.
This is a picture of one of my decks the next morning. I’m so glad my decks and table are strong.
This is a picture of some of the evergreens along my back yard. They were beautiful. I enjoyed the event, but I’ve had enough snow to last for the next 10 years. One thing that I have noticed is that children don’t enjoy the blizzards the way I used to when I was growing up, at least in my neighborhood. When I was growing up, we spent the day sled riding and making snowmen. I remember going through old cloths trying to find the perfect hat and scarf and looking for branches for our snowman’s arms. We also stole mom’s carrots for his nose. We had a coal stove in the kitchen, so our snowman truly had coal black eyes. We used a licorice stick for his mouth. I remember my father giving us sandpaper to sharpen the runners on our Lightning Guiders, sleds, so they would move faster. We stayed outside until we were damn near frozen. When our feet could no longer move, we thawed by the stove and sipped hot chocolate. Oh they were the good ole days. Mom spent hours making homemade vegetable soup too, which we devoured in minutes.
I did not see one child build a snow man or go sled riding in the neighborhood this past week-end. I would bet my paycheck they’re on the computer or playing some computer game. Listen up children, get off the computer and put your video games away. You’re missing out on some great memories.
How did you spend your days during snow storms? How do your children spend their days when it snows? Leave us a comment.